The above picture shows Roy up ahead near Greenwood and one of the two summits we would climb on the way to Castlegar. We had just had an encounter with a local who I named Graham Townsend - a rifle toting farmer originally from southern England. Mr. Townsend was out for an evening stroll with his dogs and keeping a wary eye out for the coyotes who had been raiding his henhouse.
It has been a busy week trying to get everything ready for the trip - choosing freeze-dried foods, replacing a bent tent peg, trying to locate my camping pillow, returning the crappy sleeping bag that I tried out last weekend on our over-night camp out, raising the handlebars on the bike, buying small containers of toiletries, finding a second water bottle and bottle cage and a hundred other tasks that need attending to - like cutting the grass, weeding the garden etc.
|Just one of the tunnels that we'll travel through|
|From cool and moist to hot and sunny|
If the thirty degree temperatures that are called for actually happen, then our stays inside a cool railway tunnel might actually stretch into an overnight adjournment.